泰坦尼克号被删台词0~0.doc

泰坦尼克号，原文被删台词 JACK So, you got a name by the way? ROSE Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater. JACK Thats quite a moniker. I may hafta get you to write that down. There is an awkward pause. ROSE Mr. Dawson, I JACK Jack. ROSE Jack. I feel like such an idiot. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you. JACK Well, here you are. ROSE Here I am. I. I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for. for pulling me back. But for your discretion. JACK Youre welcome. Rose. ROSE Look, I know what you must be thinking! Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery? JACK Thats not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was. what could have happened to hurt this girl so much she though she had no way out. ROSE I dont. it wasnt just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it was their whole world. And I was trapped in it, like an insect in amber. (in a rush) I just had to get away. just run and run and run. and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship. even the Titanic wasnt big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before Id really though about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. Ill show them. Theyll be sorry! JACK Uh huh. Theyll be sorry. Course youll be dead. ROSE (she lowers her head) Oh God, I am such an utter fool. JACK That penguin last night, is he one of them? ROSE Penguin? Oh, Cal! He is them. JACK Is he your boyfriend? ROSE Worse Im afraid. She shows him her engagement ring. A sizable diamond. JACK Gawd look at that thing! You would have gone straight to the bottom. They laugh together. A passing steward scowls at Jack, who is clearly not a first class passenger, but Rose just glares at him away. JACK So you feel like youre stuck on a train you cant get off cause youre marryin this fella. ROSE Yes, exactly! JACK So dont marry him. ROSE If only it were that simple. JACK It is that simple. ROSE Oh, Jack. please dont judge me until youve seen my world. JACK Well, I guess I will tonight. Looking for another topic, any other topic, she indicates his sketchbook. ROSE Whats this? JACK Just some sketches. ROSE May I? The question is rhetorical because she has already grabbed the book. She sits on a deck chair and opens the sketchbook. ON JACKS sketches. each one an expressive little bit of humanity: an old womans hands, a sleeping man, a father and daughter at the rail. The faces are luminous and alive. His book is a celebration of the human condition. ROSE Jack, these are quite good! Really, they are. JACK Well, they didnt think too much of em in Paree. Some loose sketches fall out and are taken by the wind. Jack scrambles after them. catching two, but the rest are gone, over the rail. ROSE Oh no! Oh, Im so sorry. Truly! JACK Well, they didnt think too much of em in Paree. He snaps his wrist, shaking his drawing hand in a flourish. JACK I just seem to spew em out. Besides, theyre not worth a damn anyway. For emphasis he throws away the two he caught. They sail off. ROSE (laughing) Youre deranged! She goes back to the book, turning a page. ROSE Well, well. She has come upon a series of nudes. Rose is transfixed by the languid beauty he has created. His nudes are soulful, real, with expressive hands and eyes. They feel more like portraits than studies of the human . almost uncomfortably intimate. Rose blushes, raising the book as some strollers go by. ROSE (trying to be very adult) And these were drawn from life? JACK Yup. Thats one of the great things about Paris. Lots of girls willing take their clothes off. She studies one drawing in particular, the girl posed half in sunlight, half in shadow. Her hands lie at her chin, one furled and one open like a flower, languid and graceful. The drawing is like an Alfred Steiglitz print of Georgia OKeefe. ROSE You liked this woman. You used her several times. JACK She had beautiful hands. ROSE (*iling) I think you must have had a love affair with her. JACK (laughing) No, no! Just with her hands. ROSE (looking up from the drawings) You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people. JACK I see you. There it is. That piercing gaze again. ROSE And.? JACK You wouldnta jumped. CUT TO: INT. RECEPTION ROOM / D-DECK DAY Ruth is having tea with NOEL LUCY MARTHA DYER-EDWARDES, the COUNTESS OF ROTHES, a 35ish English blue-blood with patirician features. Ruth sees someone coming across the room and lowers her voice. RUTH Oh no, that vulgar Brown woman is coming this way. Get up, quickly before she sits with us. Molly Brown walks up, greeting them cheerfully as they are rising. MOLLY Hello girls, I was hoping Id catch you at tea. RUTH Were awfully sorry you missed it. The Countess and I are just off to take the air on the boat deck. MOLLY That sounds great. Lets go. I need to catch up on the gossip. Ruth grits her teeth as the three of them head for the Grand Staircase to go up. TRACKING WITH THEM, as they cross the room, the SHOT HANDS OFF to Bruce I*ay and Captain Smith at another table. ISMAY So youve not lit the last four boilers then? SMITH No, but were making excellent time. ISMAY (impatiently) Captain, the press knows the size of Titanic, let them marvel at her speed too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titnaic must make headlines! SMITH I prefer not to push the engines until theyve been properly run in. ISMAY Of course I leave it to your good offices to decide whats best, but what a glorious end to your last crossing if we get into New York Tuesday night and surprise them all. (I*ay slaps his hand on the t